Disclaimer: This story is Fiction. It deals with sex between consenting and non-consenting men and boys. All boys are of legal age in the places it happens. All persons depicted in this story do not represent real people and only figments of those imagined by the author.
Chapter 1:
I couldn't believe it. I received a contract to photograph Monument Valley. Why anyone would want yet another photo spread of Monument Valley was totally beyond me. It had been photographed so many times, that I didn't think anyone could get anything different. I flew into Salt Lake City, rented a big 4x4 truck, a Suburban and headed over to the address on the Contract offer. It turned out to be the actual Head Office of the Mormon Church.
I was ushered into a very opulent office. Pictures of the Deacons of the Mormon Church covered the walls. A few minutes later a very portly man walked in.
"Good morning Mr. Spencer. You come very highly recommended. I am Deacon Smith."
"Good morning sir."
"Please sit down. I guess you are wondering why we of the Mormon Church want yet another photo spread of Monument Valley?"
"It had occurred to me Sir."
"Well there are several places in the Monument Valley, that have never been photographed."
"Yes sir, I know. But the National Parks Service only allows pictures taken within the central part of the Valley. No can get permission to go off the main access routes through the Valley."
"Yes, I know, but we have received permission to photograph three specific monuments within the Valley, that are well off the main access route through the Park. The three we have permission to photograph are: Spirit Mount, Seminole Peak and Glass Lake."
"I have heard of all three, but have never seen or even know of there locations."
"To be honest Sir, we do not know of their locations either, however, the Park's Administration Office in Ogden has a map of their locations and will give it to you."
WOW! He handed me a contract, attached to the top was a check for $40,000. After reading the contract I noted the check was a down payment. Upon completion, I would receive an additional $60,000. Why so much? When I looked up with a question in my eyes and on my face, he smiled.
"Sir, it is widely believed that our founder came by those three places on his journey here to Salt Lake City. We want a record of all the places our Founder visited on his journey. We have asked several other photographers to undertake the expedition, but all have said those places are considered very sacred to several of the Native American tribes and refused."
Well I wasn't very religious and didn't really believe some of the things that most of the Native Americans believed. I did honor as best I could their beliefs, but that didn't stop me from signing the contract. The trip to Ogden was pretty quick, interstate highways all the way. After picking up the map and several instructions, as to what I could do and not do off the main roads headed for a camping store and bought what I figured I would need for a ten trip into Monument valley.
The next morning I drove to the Park entrance, showed them my specific pass. They again told me some things that were not permitted. Specifically no weapons, well I hadn't brought any with me so that was easy. No open fires was their other main concern, but I wondered why, nothing burns in the desert where I was headed. It didn't matter, I had bought a cook stove and planned to cook only from it.
I asked one of the Rangers if he could show me the best route into Mirror Lake. I had figured out that it stood at the base of both Monuments. He was able to show me where I could leave the main road, but not the actual route into Mirror Lake. No one had visited the Lake in over 50 years.
This might just be worth the 100 grand I was getting paid.
I drove out the route I had been given and came to my cutoff point. I looked at it. Fuck, it was no more than a double goat trail. I was very glad I had rented the big Suburban, with extra large tires and a lifter kit. Best speed I could make was about 5 MPH, while avoiding huge rocks and massive cactus. I think I made about 12 miles by dark. I camped.
The next morning I figured I had about 18 miles to go to Mirror Lake. At my rate of speed I figured two days, but was very surprised when the path seemed to be more clear. I ended up on rise late on my second day. I couldn't see into the valley before me, so just camped again.
After waiting for the sun to be fully up I looked into the valley before me. What I thought I saw was a lake of water, clear blue. I took several photographs and then drove down toward this lake that just wasn't possible here in the desert. Was this Mirror Lake? Why was it called Mirror Lake. As I got closer I thought I saw a figure close to the Lake. Had to be my imagination. I finally stopped over looking the lake about a mile below me. I started to take photos, and guess what, the figure detached itself from a rock and slowly made his way up to my position.
When he got close, I saw he was a native American about 18-20 years old, he was wearing what I thought must be native, old native clothes. A long loin cloth, covered his midsection, with a leather jacket covering his upper body. His legs were bare but for leggings covering his lower legs and stout moggasins on his feet. I took several pictures of him as he walked up to my vehicle.
"Hi." I said.
"Hello, white men are not allowed here. We have an agreement with the Parks, that this place and all places around here are sacred to my people."
I handed him the permit from the Parks Department.
As he read it I looked real close at him. Although hidden from view I could see he was very well endowed. He was also very, very good looking. Just looking at him made my cock stir from its dormant position. I would love to see what he had hidden under that leather loin cloth. Even partake of the fruit buried there.
"So, you only wish to photograph these places?"
"Yes."
"That will be permitted." He said.
"Can I go down closer to the Lake and take some pictures?"
"Yes, but it is getting very hot. If you permit?" He took off the jacket he was wearing and then the leggings. He pulled off the covering, I thought covered his crotch, but it only revealed a tight loin cloth covering his cock and balls. Damn he was very good looking, now that I could see almost all of him. Long black hair hung to his shoulders, a hawk nose, very prominent tits, smooth belly and a fair 6 pack. A very enticing bulge under his tight loin cloth, strong legs. Fuck I was hard as a rock just looking at him. I raised my camera and took several shots of just him. He just smiled as he heard the camera clicking.
I grabbed a couple bottles of water from my truck. I was really trying to kill some time to let my dick go down. No avail, I was still hard as I turned and handed him one of the water bottles. I am sure he noticed my hard cock, but never said a word. He just led off down to the lake.
It was not until I got right down to the lake that I saw what it really was. A smooth sheet of volcanic glass, that mirrored the sky. Now I knew what all those legends meant. I backed off a bit and asked him if he pose for me by the lake as if he was dipping his hand into the lake. He had no problem, but when he bent down the very muscular ass of his showed so prominently I had trouble concentrating. I took several and then told him I had enough. When he stood and turned around his cock was pressing his loin cloth out. I almost came right then and there. Almost instinctively I snapped a couple of pictures of him. He smiled as he walked back up to me.
We walked back up to my truck.
"Where will you camp tonight white man?"
"Call me John, I guess here."
"No, you can not camp here. Many predators protect this place. I will show you."
I had not heard so much as a coyote all the time I had been out here. Now he was warning me of predators. I climbed into my truck, he climbed into the passenger seat, still in just the loin cloth.
The path he directed me, scared the shit out of me. Sometimes on one side was a sheer drop of several hundred feet, while on the other was a cliff face. It took several hours and was almost dark, when he told me to pull up and stop. When I stepped out and looked the absolute beauty blew my mind. I quickly took several shots as the sun slowing dropped under the horizon.
We unloaded my tent and I went to pull my cook stove, he stopped me.
"I am not allowed to build a fire." I said.
"I am. You will not need that."
I took my tent up and set it down where he indicated. I totally blew him away when all I did was lay out my tent and then step on a pedal. My tent popped open.
He stood and looked me. A look of awe or something else, I was just not sure. He quickly collected fire wood, mostly very dead and very old logs and braches from trees long gone from this valley. Soon he had a nice warm fire going. I pulled out food from my cooler and soon after the smell of cooking meat spread around or campsite.
I was very startled, when I heard wolves baying in the distance.
"Nothing will come close here John."
"Why?" I asked.
"This rock holds all of my ancestors in it's embrace. All who move in the darkness are afraid of it's power."
"Is this Spirit Mount?"
"That is what you white men call it. We call it *******************."
I sat by the fire as he finished cooking. I grabbed a couple of brews from my cold chest. He took the beer I offered, but only sipped it. The meal was fantastic, I always liked food cooked over an open fire. After we just added wood to keep the heat from the fire. I was always astounded that a desert could be so hot in the day and so cold at night.
"Why are you here..., I don't even know your name."
"My name in your tongue is Spirit."
"Are you a Spirit? Here to protect your ancestors."
"Ha, ha, ha, ha, no John, I am not a Spirit. I am a real man, with all a mans wants and desires. I was sent here by my father to watch over my ancestors."
"Why would he send you to such a desolate place?"
"I am not like others of my family. I enjoy the company of men more than I enjoy the company of women. Very much like you John."
Wow! Was that an invitation? His words didn't help the massive hard on I had. It was becoming almost painful in my tight shorts.
When I looked at him, his eyes seemed to burrow right into my brain.
"John, take off your clothes." He said quietly.
I seemed to be almost in a trance as I stood and undressed. He removed his loin cloth as I undressed. I saw a long, uncut cock, not very thick, but much longer than my 7 inches, with a very nice set of balls hanging below.
"Kneel John."
For some reason all I wanted at that point was to take his cock. I kneeled in front of that cock. He just pushed it between my lips. God, such a long time since I had a cock in my mouth. Maybe he was a spirit, I didn't care, I sucked, licked, swallowed that nice smooth cock. All my wanted was all of him inside me. He never moved to fuck my face, even as I thought that was all I wanted.
I felt his cock inside my mouth and throat expanding until I was unable to breath. I gagged and chocked, but couldn't pull back.
"Take the Spirits John. Join with them. Swallow John and let them be part of you."
When he unloaded it was like a flood. So much, I swallowed and swallowed. He pulled back and deposited his last shot on my tongue. I wanted to just pull him back in at that point, I wanted him again and again.
When I finally came down, sitting nude by the fire, Spirit was sitting beside me.
"Later John, I will give you my seed and you will give me my ancestors seed."
"But I thought I just took your seed Spirit."
He never said a word, walked to my cooler, pulled a beer out, popped it and drank it down, grabbed two more and came over and sat down. He handed me a beer and then sat looking at me.
"Do you know where we are camped John?'
"No not really. You just said, here we were protected."
He led me to a cave entrance, we had to bend very low to enter. Inside the torch he was carrying burst very bright. He walked several hundred yards and with each step the torch seemed to me to burn even brighter. We entered a chamber and the torch burned so bright I could see everything. In tiers up all the walls I saw skeletal bodies of many men.
"These are my Ancestors. You are the first White man to gaze upon them. They have accepted you John. They have given part of them to you. I need part of them inside me John."
As I stood in awe at the tired bodies, some of which could have been a thousand years old, my mind was no longer my own. I dropped to floor of the chamber.
"Take me Spirit. Take me here." I moaned.
Spirit looked at me, an astounded look on his face.
"But." Was all he got out.
"NOW, Spirit. I want you inside me now. I want to feel your seed as I have felt your ancestors. Fuck me now."
He didn't need a second order, he lined up his cock and drove deep into my ass. God it was like I had several guys fucking me at the same time. The pleasure/pain was so intense my cock shot off again and again. Spirit fucked me long and hard and finally deposited his seed deep inside me. As soon as he pulled out, I pushed him down on the rock floor and shoved my cock into him with all the power I could muster, he screamed as I entered him and then met every thrust. I couldn't believe how much I came when I blew inside him. It seemed to go on and on. Finally I just collapsed over him.
The weird thing was, that after I had deposited my seed deep inside him was that torch died.
"Have I pissed them off?" I said.
"No John. Now they are at peace. You have given me part of them and part of them is inside you. I will never leave your side John. As you are part of them, now I am part of you. Now I am also part of them. But John we must find the others and make them part of their ancestors."
I had no comment on that. We made our way out of the deep cavern. Once outside, I couldn't remember where I had been. I did remember feeling Spirits cock in my ass and how good he tasted when I sucked him off. Spirit built the fire up to a raring blaze and chanted and danced around it. Watching his cock bounce up and down just made me hard again.
We both slept in my tent and we sucked each other off, something that would happen from that point on. We would also fuck each other and enjoy more than anything when our seeds were deposited inside each other. When it happened it brought such peace to my mind I was totally astounded.
Something had happened when I went into the forbidden valleys. I wasn't sure what, but with Spirit beside me I didn't really care. The photography I brought back and the two artifacts that the founder of the Mormon Church had actually came that way, ensured I got the balance of my fee and an addition half a million as a finders fee for the artifacts. Spirit had showed where they were, so he would get the lions share.
The real point came to me when Spirit, said no. No I will not accept money from you John. I cannot. We are one with my sprits and my ancestors as you are.
"So do I call you Spirit, my love? I do love you Spirit, but it is very hard for me to address you as just Spirit, or introduce you, I would introduce me as my Love, but in some circles I travel that would not be acceptable."
"My given name by my tribe is ********************************. Translated that is he who walks with the Spirits. My Christian name is Jeremy. I have never used it love, however, I will answer to the name."
"To me you will always be Spirit, however when we travel you will be Jeremy and I will be John. Okay love?"
"Yes. I just love it when you call me love John."
"Well now we have to travel to Texas."
"Texas? Why Texas?"
"I don't know. I just know we have to go there love."
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